Saturday, December 3, 2016

SCAVANGERS


    

Turkey Vulture (Cathartes aura)


       “Hey! You boys better git down off that church roof before our menfolk gets home. You're liable to git shot!”

      From atop the roof I could see that a small group of women had gathered near the building. They weren’t happy. Not one bit. When I tried to explain that we had received permission from the Church Building Committee to salvage a few usable items for our small meeting hall in Borrego Pass, it fell on deaf ears. They didn’t want to hear about it.  I turned to Elder Stanley who was urgently unbolting the small copper steeple! “You better hurry. The natives are getting restless!” With a grunt, he muttered, “One more rusty bolt and we’ll be out of here.”


Old copper church steeple

      When Elder Stanley and I had approached Don Smouse, proprietor of the Borrego Pass Trading Post, about upgrading the room in which we were holding church services, he alerted us about an old unused chapel in the small town of Blue Water about forty miles away. It hadn’t been used in years and was wasting away. The doors had been left unlocked and it basically had become a place to play for the local children during the winter months. They were using the cultural hall for a roller-skating rink.

Old Blue Water Chapel as it looks today (2016). It has been sold to a family who is using it as a home and daycare center.

      Time had taken its toll on the old structure that had originally been constructed at great sacrifice by early settlers in the area. Ever since a new chapel had been built ten miles away in Grants, some of the “old timers” had held onto the idea that it should have been built in Blue Water. Evidently a burr was still festering under their saddle.

Freeway road sign for Blue Water Village, NM

     
Upgrading our Borrego Pass meeting hall was number one on our bucket list of projects. We were on our second eighty-mile round trip to salvage what we could from the old building. The first time around, we had secured four small carved wooden benches, and the lettering that read “THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS” from the side of the building.  This was to be our final trip. We had already loaded two more benches, a podium, and a rolling blackboard, and were presently working on removing the quaint copper steeple. It was the last item we thought we could use. But if we didn’t get out of town soon we just might become the first Elders to be tarred and feathered by their own church members. Not exactly a good PR move!

 

Carved old wooden church pew

      “Got it!” Elder Stanley yelled. Like rats jumping from a burning building we scurried off the roof, ready to load up the steeple and hit the road. On the ground the steeple was much bigger than it had looked on the roof. It would never fit on the back of the truck. We didn’t have time to readjust the load before the “menfolk” would be arriving home. They could be here any minute. After a quick assessment we agreed to leave the steeple in the tall grass behind the building and retrieve it later.

      As we slowly began our drive out of town, we smiled and waved goodbye to the cluster of scowling women who were still standing near the dilapidated building and made our getaway. Elder Stanley and I looked at each other. We both had the same thought, “Why do we feel so guilty?" After all, we weren't criminals. We had received permission from the Church Building Committee!

Road from Thoreau to Borrego Pass, NM
      Racing along the roads back to Borrego Pass, we began reminiscing about a week spent together in Whiterock some months earlier. On one particular day we started out with a quick stop at the Lake Valley Boarding School before heading off to investigate a little used dirt road just south of the Chapter House. We traveled east across the desolate landscape in the direction of Chaco Canyon for what seemed like hours. Along the way we stopped more than once thinking maybe we should turn back, but it was obvious that someone had been using this road so they must live out here somewhere.

Desolate Navajo Reservation scenery near Lake Valley NM

      A short time later, after skirting sand dunes and dodging some very large boulders in the road, we found ourselves entering a small canyon. The steep sandstone walls narrowed as we carefully negotiated the rough road, curious to discover what lay ahead. To our surprise the canyon opened up revealing a picturesque valley protected on all sides by red cliffs. At the center of this tranquil scene was a Navajo camp laid out so perfectly it could have been featured on the cover of an Arizona Highways magazine.

Narrow canyon surrounded by red sandstone cliffs
      Below us near the crowded sheep pens, a group of fifteen to twenty men, women and children were busy shearing sheep and bagging the thick wool. No fancy tools for them! They were using handheld shears similar to large scissors. The friendly group invited us to join them. In no time we were busy trying our luck at shearing while a few youngsters held down the squirming animal. It turned out to be much harder than it looked. If we weren’t careful we would nick the sheep’s flesh in our attempt to cut away the wool.

Crowded sheep pen on the Navajo Reservation
Navajo women hand-shearing sheep in the traditional way.
      Our visit had provided a needed diversion from the family’s morning of hard work. They got a kick out of watching city slickers attempting to shear sheep and chuckled each time we spoke Navajo. Eventually we asked the family if we could teach them about Jesus Christ. They readily agreed, left the sheep, and gathered in a large wooden Hogan at the center of the camp.

Simple interior of a traditional Navajo hogan
      There wasn’t much inside: a handful of wooden chairs and a black wood-burning stove. It must have been the family’s gathering place for special ceremonial occasions. They made sure we had the two best chairs and seated themselves around the Hogan, some on chairs, and others on sheepskin rugs on the floor. They were ready to listen. Elder Stanley and I began delivering our memorized flip-chart presentation in Navajo. We took turns explaining Christ’s atonement, crucifixion, and subsequent resurrection.

Playful baby goat.

      Just as I was nearing the crucifixion portion of the text a baby goat pranced through the sunlit doorway, looked playfully around the room, then bounced over towards me and snuggled up against my leg. I thought to myself, “What a cute little fellow! He must like me.” Before the thought could even clear my mind the goat’s small body tensed and with a grimace it began peeing on my boot. I glanced down at the goat, then over at Elder Stanley, who was shielding his face with his hand and fighting back laughter. I looked around, expecting chuckles and giggles from the family. But there weren’t any, not even a smile. They were so focused on the presentation that they hadn’t even noticed the small goat and its blessed deed.

     
When we finished the lesson, the adults expressed their gratitude to us for traveling so far to visit them. We were treated to a cup of cool water. It tasted great! This family must have had a fresh water spring or a deep well nearby. We thanked them for their hospitality and the sheep shearing lessons. One of the teenage boys teased us saying, now that we were experts we could come back and help out any time!

Navajo children with sheep and goats.
      Looking back at the blissful scene in the truck’s rear-view mirror, I couldn’t help thinking, “What a great family! We need to stay in touch.” It was unfortunate they lived a half a day’s drive from the Chapter House. We left their camp with deep respect for their traditional way of life and family unity.

Borrego Pass, NM, LDS Chapel. 1965.
      Time passed quickly as we continued our drive back from Blue Water, chatting about good experiences and fond memories. In no time at all we found ourselves back in Burrego Pass with our truckload of much needed treasures. To our delight we found that the local members had finished giving the meeting hall a new coat of whitewash. Painted celestial white and with our new additions, the place was on its way to a heavenly makeover!
       







     

4 comments:

  1. Sheila D'Atri:
    I'd been looking forward to this continuation....
    Great story and photos as usual...
    When I had sheep, we sheared them the same old fashioned way....it took hours
    We never got the hang of flipping them...once my husband landed on his back with a 200 pound wether on top of him.

    You were so open and adventurous....I love it !

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  2. Venita Roylance:
    I love how Francis tells his stories! Always interesting. I have a Navajo friend who may remember him. I am going to share Francis' blog site address with her, if you don't mind. Her name before marriage was Zana Arizona. Perhaps your husband remembers her family.

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  3. Such a great experience! Thank you for sharing, Papa Rogers. As always, your story-telling skills are masterful and delightful.

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  4. Love your story of this Navajo family family shearing sheep in the canyon. It's the details that make your stories so good.

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